Disappointment
I don't really know how to start this entree, no, wait, I do:
I'm, really, pissed, off.
My greatest pleasure right now would be to have a very large axe and a tree that is at least ten feet in diameter so I could hack the living shit out of it. I want to punch a punching bag until my knuckles are bleeding and broken or I tare a hole in it and the sand spills out. I want to drive, fast.
It makes no sense and is rapidly making me jump to conclusions that I really wouldn't have ever thought I would have to venture into. I don't know how I'm supposed to react to this. Should I be angry? Should I be indifferent because I'm no longer part of the situation? Should I be sad, disappointed, happy... The list goes on. I just don't fucking know. And I'm not going to be able to confirm any of this for a little while. Specifically until Tuesday. Keys shall be returned tomorrow.
IÂm so very disappointed for two reasons. One, he didn't tell me himself, two, no one else told me sooner. Now, I understand that it's none of my business at this point in time but the fact that it was hidden from me makes me unhappy. It makes me feel like a fool, for so many reasons.
Then again, the only reason I think upset as I am is because I'm jumping to conclusions, and I hope to the Gods that it's not what I think it is.
Comments
I'm sorry, pixie. I should have told you sooner....
Posted by: The Gus | October 4, 2004 2:36 AM
No need to appoligize as it was not your responsibility though I'm incredably glad you told me. My only assumption left is that I wasn't needed to be told because it had nothing to do with me, which acutally gives me hope. And I really only have to be angry with one person if I am not correct. As usual it's all in my jumping of conclusions.
Posted by: Navi | October 4, 2004 10:54 AM